Slow Mornings and Cosy Socks

January 8, 2016

Cosy Socks (1 of 1)

I’m really feeling like I’ve been brought back to earth with a bump this week. The Christmas holidays are over, I no longer have any valid excuse to eat a Crunchie for breakfast, I can’t have a glass of Baileys every night and all, well most of the decorations are down. I always find there is one that alludes us every year, you only ever spot it a few days after everything has gone up in the loft and there it stays for the next 12 months. I haven’t taken down ALL of the fairy lights either, it still seems so dark I can’t quite resist their twinkly glow.

The thing I am missing the most though is the slow morning, I really feel like we’ve mastered the art of it these last couple of weeks. For some incredible reason the boys actually sleep past 7am when the house is dark and quiet and people aren’t bustling around. It hadn’t really twigged that I’ve felt quite energetic and relaxed these holidays and now we are back to early starts and rushing out the house I can see that it has been down to that extra hour or so in bed.

I couldn’t help but think how lovely it would be to always live our lives likes that. Getting up when the sky is starting to lighten instead of in the pitch black. We didn’t set alarms if we didn’t have anywhere to be as the children always wake us up. Me and my husband work the usual parent lie in system where one of us gets up with the kids so the other can have a bit longer in bed but as we were sleeping a bit later anyway we’d often get up with the kids together. It became one of my favourite times of the day, the boys are usually pretty happy in the morning after having a good sleep. The squabbles are a little less so they’d potter around and play with their toys. There was no rush to get dressed and I was more than happy to curl up on the sofa with my pyjamas and cosy socks on (new fluffy socks will always be one of my favourite Christmas presents!) Now and then one, or all of the boys would come and sit on my knee and cuddle up and we’d break all the rules and eat breakfast on the sofa.

If we didn’t have any plans for the day we’d have a chat about what to do and where to go, maybe pack a picnic and set off when we felt like it. Either that or I’d bring down the massive tub of Lego and we’d all dip in and out of it, filling requests for cars and space stations. Sometimes I’d just sit back and watch my husband and the boys crouched round the tub of Lego. I’m sure you can imagine that our house can be quite chaotic, sometimes it gets on top of me…I can get stressed out when it gets too noisy or when the mess seems endless. I can feel myself getting angry and have to give myself a breather. On these mornings though I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. It seems like total luxury to have the time to just sit and watch them play, to share smiles with my husband when we spot something funny or sweet. It’s like a little secret we are both in on, the feeling that they are yours that brings those spontaneous grins.

I felt a bit of dread as I knew we were returning to old routines and the madness of getting them all out the door for 8.30. When we get back into it all it isn’t as bad as it seems but I can’t help but miss the slow mornings. I can’t help but wonder if we are living all wrong on the days that seem like a constant rush. I hate that sometimes I don’t feel like I’ve really spoke to my husband or played with the boys, that I’ve missed so many little things. Our days seem so much nicer when we can start them off like this but then maybe it wouldn’t seem like such a treat if it was always this way.

Morning Bear


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  • Notmyyearoff

    I loved the slow mornings so much too! It was so nice to just wake up when we felt like it. I’ve had to drag poor z out of bed every day this week, I’m so glad it’s Friday! Happy new year to you all 🙂

    January 8, 2016 at 11:04 am Reply
  • Mini Travellers

    You know I feel just like that too, it had been so lovely not having to get eeryone up. I actually had to wake Lily for school on Wednesday at 8am and then we all had to run round like lunatics. Agree with the fluffy socks! x

    January 8, 2016 at 1:15 pm Reply
  • Natalie

    Oh I am missing the lazy mornings, I am really not feeling January at the moment and the miserable weather doesn’t help. I’m the same with my husband sometimes I feel like I never see him even though we live together, everything is just so busy! X

    January 8, 2016 at 7:36 pm Reply
  • Katie @mummydaddyme

    This is exactly what I miss the most as well. I loathe the school run and rushing around to get ready. I really am craving it and I am actually missing Mads more than I did when she started school in September. I don’t think the cold dark mornings help, roll on spring and summer. x

    January 8, 2016 at 9:06 pm Reply
  • Sarah Christie

    Hayley I just love this. I love lazy family mornings. Its funny how you get back into the routine so quickly isn’t it? Although our two would sleep until lunch time if they were given the chance so lazy mornings are oh so lazy x

    January 8, 2016 at 9:58 pm Reply
  • mummyofboygirltwins

    Hayley I cannot get going either. My week has dragged and been such a chore getting everyone ready and back into it all again. Like you we have loved being so lazy. Lovely post 🙂 Jess xx

    January 10, 2016 at 7:13 pm Reply
  • Rachel @ The Ordinary Lovely

    I know exactly what you mean! I love to stand in the kitchen with a cup of tea watching the boys play. On school days, all I seem to do is hurry them along and it’s horrid. Oh, and I spotted a santa on my littlest’s chest of drawers, this morning. You’re right, there’s always something you miss.

    January 13, 2016 at 2:31 pm Reply
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